Sher-O-Shayari..(4)

1.
Jab Jab tere chehre ko apni aankhon me utara,
Salakhon aur zanzeron main apne dil ko jakda paya,
Chhod de ye zid,azaad kar is quaid se mujhe,
Bol de aye bala,kyun is zakhm ko sheeshe ke dhaage se tune silwaya.

2.
Dekh le apne maathe par bichi silwaton ki shikan,
sun kar dekh tere ruh ki awaaz,uski sihran,
pher na lena apne gunahon se tu nazar,
apne rukhsaar par aane de tu sharm ki thodi fikar.

3.
Chhod diya hai ab paimane ko humne,
teri aankhon se ab piya karte hain,
khol diya hai is mehkhane ko sabhi ke liye kabse,
akele to ab jaam bhi ruswa kiya karte hain.

4.
Phirdous me aapke aane se hi khile hai ye gul,
aapki udan ke hi kayaal hai ye panchi,apni udaan gaye hai bhool,
kahi chale na jaana is jannat se,aap se hi hai yahaan ka har sool,
kirdaar hi hai hum sab is duniya main,pyar to baanta  hai sirf wo rasool.

5.
Tashreef jo laye aap is aashiq ke janaze pe,
Do katre mitti jo dal gaye aap meri kabra ke muhane pe,
mil gayi is ruh ko jannat,karzdar ho gaye hum aap ke is nazrane se,
zindagi to pesh kar hi chuka hoon aapke hozoor main,jannat bhi mil jaaye tujhe ye aah nikalti hai dil se is diwane ke.

6.
Har darakht par teri mehandi ke nishan hai,
Har kalrav me teri hi muskaan,
har shokh ada ki ho aap begum,
har mehfil ki ho aap jaan.

7.
Falak par kuch chamakta jo hai,
Ye sitaare nahi,aapke hasi ke sharare hain,
is mardood dil me kuch dhadakta jo hai,
wo dhadkan nahi,aapke hi kiye ishare hai.

8.
Sambhal ja aye namuraad,kehta hai wo peer,
muhabbat na kar,pachtayega,ro padegi taqdeer,
Par ye kambakhat dil kahan mane hai,phisalta hai ye balbeer,
Ishq to hum karenge hi,chahe khud sanam bhi utha le shamsheer.

9.
Afsana-e-muhabbat bayaan karne ka de zajba sabhi ko aye khuda,
na katl kar tu majnu,na kar kisi heer-raanjhe ko juda,
ata kar apni roshni ke noor tu sabhi aashiqon ko sada,
muhabbat hi dastoor hai zamane ka,ibarat me ishq lafz hi hai khuda.

10.
Taraane hum gungunate hai aaj teri yaad me,
Salaam karte hain beshaq, teri wafa ko apni fariyaad me,
Kahi bhi raho tum magar,ye zehan me rakhna ya rakh lo zubaan pe,
Har lafz tere hi aankhon se milta hai is zubaan ko,har jumla tere intezaar se.

  

3 poems ..

Riding in the wilderness!!!

Further from the light
I said,move away,
Sell me your dreams in sight
reality don`t hold sway,
There is no recourse in might,
small is now at mind`s bay.

Tommorrow I might run,
You keep your hands on the sill,
Subtle is my surprise pun,
Better be hand`s on for the thrill,
Again I caution you O pretty sun,
Never let me descend your charring hill.

Youth of the old,the energy behold,
Mould the wily one,who is the fearless,the bold,
Serenade`s the way the dreams are sold,
In lush green grass lawns I played,I rolled.

I travelled across the hedges,across the valleys 'O' deep,
I sauntered thru the tracks that were murky,I escaped the public peep,
But I missed the permanance,the hot tea sip,
I felt my eyes water at the thoughts of my garden,of that budding nip.

Straddled across the horse`s mane,I rode,
Were the handprints and the smell of those who were perched showed.

Lo and behold,There I am,
Without the pretense,sans the sham,
I bring with me the years gone by,
Never you worry now,never you cry.

The well now empty,stood in wilderness,
The thirst also subsided,even elixir fails to impress,
I miss that care,I remember that caress,
I live life like a vagabond,my sanity in duress.

Dollops of fog and mist ahead,
I look blind!
Casting my back eyes instead,
I stay behind!!

Figuring still,don`t figure,eyes red,
I take the grind!!!
Make the flour as henceforth said,
I hope you don`t mind!!!!

Puttin the reins on my steed,
I knock the ground,without the red mead,
The claps of the hands sound in distance,like a creed,
Welcome me again!!the tree is back to the seed.


Cricket...

Breaking the dawn for me,creaking the neghbour window at six,
there stood my friend,cricket!!! he called,C`mon!! he said..no risk,
I tiptoed across the room across to the door,an angry dad and cricket is not an shrewd mix,
Picking up the shoes from the rack,I jumped from the ledge,return time not fix.

Cracking the first four felt good,ouch!! the next ball found its way to my modesty,
My friends all were on fire today,I on the other hand a little rusty,
Blame the cold cold wind I said to the sniggering devils,blame on the morning so misty,
Next ball on my pads and I obliged,a flick to square leg,so elegent,so wristy.

The field set on leg side for the off break bowler the next over,
I hit a square cut right through legs of a fielder busy with putting his pullover,
I heared a scream,It seemed the ball had hit wicket keeper,he was bending over,
I danced down the track and hit the bowler for a towering six,much to his furore.

Roles reversed I had the red seamed cherry in my hand,
I puckered my nose,I rolled up my sleeves,arms ready to bend,
Batsman in front was trepid I knew,was ready to cover and fend,
I also gave him an ribs-full,leaving him writhing and clutching to mend.

The sun was out now and we started to sweat and swear,
With my 5 th wicket of the innings I knew the end was near,
Being welcomed to home by a beating and censure was my only fear,
Train of thoughts caught me offguard and I developed a muscle tear.

I limped off the field,
neither could bowl,nor could wield,
Agonised by the turn of events I decided to yield,
Atleast I won`t be reprimanded by dad now,my fate and leg both sealed.

Cricket field!!



Missed Call...

Hello !! Hello!! Hello!!

The call was not something ususal,something fishy was there in that call for carousal;
The number I earmarked for perusal,as the calls came well-nigh into the fading visual;

A rustling sound was the only thing I heard from the earpiece butted in the wax-hole;
The person couldn`t possibly was playing pun,more words come out even from the mouth of a mole;
Tell me the name I shouted!,I started to play nervously with my beared,tapped my boot sole;
The quiet increased,I disconnected the call for the tenth time,I thought now police has to play a role;

Measuring the sweat smell in my palms,I recounted the horror to my pals;
They conciled me,said my fear is unfounded,I am reacting like gals;

Though the caller never said a thing,I heared the unsaid loathe,
My head was already in a flux,mouth full of froth,
I vomited the anxiety,and asked him who are you,a tiger or a moth?,
He said,turn back!! I am standing right behind you,you sloth!!

And there he was,my own brother,turning me in,
A cackle escaped from my mouth,No one was the culprit,my fear was my only sin.

Mindless Meanderings ...(2)

Tombstone..

Serenade fountain,lush green garden,all elements were in order,
I slouched through the room of requirement,of cannon and fodder,
Blood stains all over me,axe in one hand,mind hell bent on murder,
I creaked open the door,the vision left me in a shudder.

The place had a foreboding of a disaster,apparent from the deserted common-room,
The residents probably heared my footsteps,or heared my voice`s boom,
Anger surfaced all over my face,hands shaking,thrashing;making room,
I cried revenge!!the punishment motor was starting..vroom vroom.

It is the same place that I was killed one year ago,
And today I will seek revenge no matter where they go,
Blood drooling from my deformed face,eyes gorged out,earlier were not so,
The curse of the sin bites back,whether you are john or joe.

The intestines that were now in the open,tasting air for first time,
are now infested by maggots and are the coiling evidence of the crime,
Having your head and feet turned backwards is not a nice feeling,stutter and mime,
The only thing intact was the thread of the soul that dragged the dilapidated body through muck and slime.

There they are,shadows of the hiding culprits,
I wont spare them for sure,even if they climb upon the highest pulpits,
I have also sharpen the family axe,it would slash their guts,would reduce them to bits,
The anger surges through my head turned back,the wretched souls demand pardon,sans any wits.

The axe comes down with great force and venom,blood thirsty,it glutted,
The end for the devil-kins came,there face now was a history,it suited,
Final insult was due though,so I came close, bent over them and spitted,
The revenge done,I headed back to my grave,rest beckoned me,hell ya! I mooted.

City ...

The concrete jungle,the wide-wide street,
The city so huge,the city so full of cars and fleet,
It had me in awe,it had me looking up to the buildings of glass,so neat,
The city looked beautiful till it started to rain,in hail and in sleet.

I waded through the unfamiliar minds and the cold facade,
The people here in the city are constricted and bound by the old retard,
Nature doesn`t come here,flowers don`t flower,there is no reward,
Its only humans without heart,much like a sword without scabbard.

Huge is the ambition here,huge is the ego of mind,the parlance a crass,
Fake identities rule here,fake is the vegetable,fake is the statue`s brass,
Rat race is what rules here,everyone is travelling cattle class,
Don`t tell me what do here,I am not willing to submit my soul,don`t tresspass.

One thing is there in these stony woods though,
Fun and frolics and booze and buzz,lo,
U won`t feel the time,as the race is same, to and fro,
Further there is no factor,to not to give upon the show.

I dread at living in this golden cage,
Lest my peace be thwarted with sorrow and rage,
I don`t like the chapter,please turn the ruddy page,
Better I go to a mountain,in the tutelage of a sage.


Sleep...

I closed my eyes in anticipation,
The sleep never came,I rolled in frustation,
The dream was only the waking type,no peace in seeing this projection,
I tried to count the goats in the fresco,even maths failed me after a certain selection.

Never I had been denied the luxury of the company of this blissful ancestor ,
This is the first time,I suspect it has something to do with the rising stupor,
Tell me oh lord,why my eyes refuse to shut shop,why they gaze longily at their cellar,
I beg you,never make me a somnoholic,I love to sleep,I love to be at heaven as a visitor.

Taking one pose of sleep after other,I grumbled,
Muttering incoherently to myself,I doubled,
Eyes stinging,my heart became restless and troubled,
This lack of sleep is killing me,my thoughts muddled.

Suddenly I remembered triaca pill,oh I can take that as cure,
I went to the medical store,to purchase it,my feet aching and sore,
The boy gave me a strip of tablets,five rows,in each row they were four,
I didn`t hesitate,I took them all,never counted the score,
Next thing I remembererd was that I fainted on the medic`s floor,
But hey,whats that,that pricking sensation on my shoulder?,pain galore,

I woke up from my dream,never had the pills and the problem I swore,
My wife sleeping peacefully alongside,unperturbed by my dream and my snore.

Eid Mubarak...

Eid ka hai ye mubarak sama,
Muqaddas hai aaj ki ye bayar,ye aabohawa,
Ibadat main guzar aaj waqt tu,dastoor milega kahaan,
Kar de pesh khuda ko apna naseeb,wo de dega tujhe sara jahaan.

Idi main de-de to aaj tu sabko teri ye muskaan,
Gale laga aam-o-khaas ko aaj tu,fark na kar aye insaan,
Bhula de gam apne,rashq ka mita de tu naamonishaan,
Kehta hai aaj ye manzar tujhe,pak kar le aaj tu apna imaan.

Sehme hue ka ban sahara,mushkilo me dabe hue ka ban tu rehguzar,
Kewal is mubarak din par hi nahi,harek pal hi tu rakh khuddar-nazar,
Karm karta ja too shaan-e-khuda ke,robaroo ho to sach se har pehar,
Badal de apni fitrat,na kar tu kisi se berukhi,na faila tu kehar.

Hoobahoo teri hi shakal ka hai wo allahtala,
Har darakht main hai uska guzara,har panchi ko deta hai wo niwala,
Shaan main uski koi nazm nahi hai kaafi,are wohi to hai shayar ko uski mausikhi ata karne wala,
Kayanaat main jo bhi dikhta hai tujhe benoor,sabra rakh,khuda phatthar ko bhi dega ekdin ujala.

Khushiyan baat,mehmano ko nosh karwa tu aaj,
sajne de gali-chaubare,bajne de saaz,
Ki aaj Eid hai,Gurbat nahi hai aaj ka riwaaz,
Khol dil keh sabhi ko Eid Mubarak tu,kar buland apni ye aawaz.

The MBA Story ...

The MBA poem...


Negotiating the contract of my MBA life,
Marketing the discontent in me now so very rife,
Accounting for the losses,pales me like a knife,
Still going strong though,strategising life for a future beautiful wife.

Celebrating the birthdays on the lawns,is very much ingrained in our organisational behaviour,
Sleeping in the classes which redefine boredom limits,was our new principles of management and our only saviour,
Rising apathy to grades or classes,became our new consumer behaviour,
Our demented psychology was dented further,no issues! more the merrier.

Issues that we had in the access of markets known as placements,
Even WTO couldn`t restrict subsidies to us that we expect from our lacks of investments,
We are global,economics national or international,won`t deter us from our dating committments,
Statistics helped in getting a correlation between love and future,to draft futher life agreements.

Racking our brains on how to trade the agri commodities,
We stumbled upon how to evaluate a project,its main nitty-gritties,
The information technology & the ERP pounded some more atrocities,
Atleast we studied Business Research Methods well,which I hope `ll save us from impeding calamities.

The Framework of the sectors got slowly diluted by the UWL scoring structure,
Attending Working Capital Management was unfortunately never a stricture,
International trade operations course to our dismay,came out to be a croppper,
IETP atleast taught us the economics which has substance and matter.

Some lucky souls went with student exchange,waded through snow and fun,
Albeit going to Singapore for port visit has no equal,nodded everyone without any pun.

Retail banking taught me difference between a cheque and bill of exchange,
Business ethics taught me nothing,can`t figure out the change,
Rural marketing targets marketing inclusion,covering its full range,
The numerous formats in retail marketing left my mind to derange.

We merrily set asail the ITL learning ship,
Oh no! another POM!stars in the class!!let me take a kip,
Business strategy talked the universe,except strategy,over which we took a skip,
Comprehensive Viva came and gone in a jiffy,get up!,I said!! bud in the nip!!

Came third trimester and we started learning on exotic parlance,
Spanish remained a mystery,we all looked at each other in stealy askance,
Mandarin!! thank god I never took upon,the noodle language must be a nuisance,
French is a language elite,so many test!phew!! salute to those who took this stance.

Business law crosshaired us to become business barristers,
In ARM we entertained with movies and games,were reduced to being mutual jestors,
Operations Research theorems mercilessly took away the crow of the roosters,
Dissertation we`ll give in last trimester,more of a burden really,a hole in the joy-holster.

Supply chain we applied for the booze,exam answers and other sins,
Trade finance catered to our "trade of finance" and profit wins,
CCM tried to take us unwillingly to other cultures`s underpinns,
GEEP creeped upon our senses,seeped in our psyches,dazed we looked! like ugly mannequinns.

Made a small talk of the busines communication course,never learned how to animadvert,
The hullabaloo of the Mergers and Acuisitions often had pupil`s ambitions subvert,
The Transparencies were not very transparent afterall in GSBD,fundae remained covert,
Personal touch in ITAM did very little to pursuade the non-class goers to convert.

I never took the risk associated with taking DRM as a subject,
Although CTPRM and ITCPM sound alike,they never made sense to me,hence the reject,
SAPM I don`t know much about,in ignorance I genuflect,
APM left me high and dry,ads my marketing ignorance I suspect.


Now here we are,at the threshold of the two year MBA journey that promised us the stars,
Live projects,CV points,competitions all fine,just give me my friends,everything else is a farce,
I think they are my resume,they are my dream profile,they are the Iphones,they are the fancy cars,
Looking back at the two years,I definitely can say that IIFTians are a different breed,and we definitely are from mars!!

Sher-O-Shayari..(3)...

1.

Aapse mulkat ki hai ye shaam hasin;aye naazneen,

le chal,chale hum us dhalte hue sooraj ki kirno ke aagosh main;aye zarranasheen,

tera husn to hai khudagawah ek sharara;aafreen,

didar tera ho bas is nacheez ko nasib;aameen.

2.

Teri aankhon ke ujle ye paimane bol rahe hai ek anokha waqya,

tamim hai teri ruh,benazir hai tera ishq;mera shukriya,

tamaam jahaan main aisa manzar aur kahaan,sargoshi karta hai tera saaya,

muskan bikher rahi hai teri ye nazar,wo khushi bhi to hai tera hi sarmaya.

3.

Aatif hai teri peshi,har zikra me teri hai ek ruhani khamoshi,

aatish hai tera noor,har zarre par tere hi shabab ki hai tajposhi.

4.

Zeeshan-e-muhabbat ka rutba tujhe nawajta hoon aaj,

ki is zindagi ka tu hai humnawa,tu hi is gazal ka saaz,

pairo me teri jannat bakshu gar meri hukumat ho,pad gaye hai kam teri taarif main alfaz,

gairiyat hai itni mujhme ki,fanoos saja doon teri rah main nikle jab tu pahne hijab.

5.

Ye lafz aapke zubaan se jo aaye is aabohawa main udkar,

ye tohfe hai aapke hamare liye,sangmarmari shaukat bhari aapki aawaz pirokar,

shamiyana aaj hai banwaya ye teri khatir,roshni kar de tu ab isme aakar,

jo paigam-e-nigah me dastakhat hai tere,wo dohra de ab mere dil par apne gulzar ki syahi lekar.

6.

Mukhtalif lagti hai ab ye jahaan ki baatein mujhe,

koi surooor sa chhaya hai,kuch bhi na ab sujhe,

lakeer hai ye ekdum seedhi,phir bhi kyun the kadam ladkhade,ye ab na bujhe,

sehar hone ko hai lagti kya ab,sannata mujhse ye bar-baar puche.

7.

Mustakbil ban gaye ho tum mere,ye koi ittefaq nahi,

sehra me pyase ko paani mil jaaye,ye koi aam baat nahi,

gosh-e-duniya main paya hai tumhe humne,hamara naseeb to itna ala nahi,

mehsoos hui ab jaakar humein allah ki nazar,ye manzar koi jhala to nahi.

8.

Ruth kar na jao tum tamam mehfil se aye nadan mezbaan,

paimana chhod denge sab,lanat hai aisi sharab par,phaink denge ye martabaan,

zarre-zarre ko hai tumhari darkar aye dost,waapas aa zara shamiyane main,kar apne aana ko kurbaan.

sabhi yahaan aashiq hai tere,jaam se nahi dolta hai aashiqon ka iman.

9.

Sarfira hai wo kaafir jo chala hai is jahaan ko mitane,

betuka hai wo mandir jo khada hai insaan ko bharmane,

sab saaye hai humsaaye khuda ke,alag kyun lage phir tum humein karwane,

bair nahi hai ram-rahim main,yahi sabak khuda khud aaya hai aaj mujhe likhwane.

10.

Thak gaya hoon ab,thoda sa aman chata hoon,

kat gaya hoon yahaan wahaan se,thoda marham chahta hoon,

hoon main tumhara hi watan aye doston,thoda sukoon chahta hoon,

chhod do ab ye khaufnak khel,thoda reham chahta hoon.

11.

Zindagi ke pher main,harek rah par hain patthar,

chun le unhe tu,rakh apne daman main unhe sametkar,

khushi ki khoj main reh na jaaye tu bhatakkar,

kam se kam aansoon to rakh apni aakhon main ki ro paaye tu ji bharkar.

12.

Salika hai isliye tujhe pukara hai nighahon se,

khalifa hai,isliye dekha hai tujhe minaroon se,

awara hai ye dil,isliye dhoondha hai tujhe chaubaron se,

dekhne is aashiq ko jhaankti hai ab har nigaah un diwaron se.

13.

Dastoor hai yahi,ki rashq hota hai sabhi ko aashiqon se,

feharist banate hain nayi,ki sabhi zulm purane ho gaye hai in deewano pe,

manzil to kewal dard ka hi sabab hai,ye dard hi bas meharban hai is parwano pe,

na tu kar sajda in badnasibon ki mazaron pe,ki khuda khud rota hai in shahbaazon ke nishano pe.

14.

Nosh pharmaye,ye keh paros diya usne mujhe mishri ki roti,

zeher bhara tha us niwale main,maangi bhi nahi usne koi phirouti,

nahi maanga humne bhi paani,zindagi bhi manzoor nahi gar mile khairati,

zakhm bhi nahi siya tere khanjar ka,mar-mar ke jeene ki nahi thi hamrai niyati.

15.

Kadradaan the aapke,isliye kar di nazar apni jaan,

meharbaan the aap bhi thode,isliye maanga nahi hamara imaan,

bagh main to phool bhi khilte hai kaanton ke saath,ye nahi tha hume gumaan,

hum to chal diye the pyar ki rah par,man ke tujhe apne noor-e-jahaan.

Mindless Meanderings ...

The girl on the porch...

Looking out of the window that shone azure,
My eyes found a girl on the porch,silent & demure,
she looked to me a lass of earth,unsoiled and pure,
a perfect woman for me,my beating heart told me for sure.

Repressing the urge to go and accost her was not easy,
because the prospect of loosing her made me queasy,
so,I took out my feet in direction of the porch,mind no longer dizzy,
she looked an angel,dress all white,her skin all silken and lizzy.

Battling her eyelids,she questioned my presence;all surprised,
I called out to her,to allay her fears;but instead had her mesmerised,
her silken voice was savoured by my eardrums;now I was petrified,
she blushed slightly,my heart jumped;it seemed she sympathised.

The conversation flourished,we seemed to have struck a chord,
the beautiful girl on the porch was now my friend,the skeptic in me now  was hanging by the sword,
true to my instincts,the evening took a beautiful hue,the stars twinkled,the lover within me roared,
there were pigs flying in the sky,in their ominous presence my feelings soared.

The droplets of rain ...

Parched in heat,drenched in sweat,I pleaded for reprieve from this bane,
all too well,god said,and he dropped from the heavens few droplets of rain,
the moist cool water when hit my body from the top,I forgot my complaint,my pain,
they accomodated my thirst,even gave me a shower,thought I was back to be sane.

These droplets of rain,full of divine promise and blessing,
now were pouring on in a jiffy,as if the black clouds were receiving a cleaning,
every creature now was in the open,celebrating this event with a jig and some dancing,
life protuded from earth,rain nurtured the growing,the droplets were even let pass by the awning.

Something clicked in this rain today,I found a reason to cheer and smile,
god knows that our tears need cleansing,his solution very apt and facile,
celebrate o sinner,celebrate o saint,let this rain make merry let it reconcile,
a single raindroplet is important ,preserve it ,nothing in this world is small,nothing is juvenile.

Fill the ponds,satiate the rivers o rainlord,
let the water cool the earth,let it rejoin its umbilical cord,
for the drops when produce that tip-tip sound,the music reaches even the horde,
let the festivities rain,let the songs of rain be sung by the baron and the bard.

Handcuffs and cufflings ...

Cutting edges of the four square walls,
binds me,pins my pinions,tabs my falls,
the sea I can`t see,the mountain I can`t scale,calls,
I fight against the jail,I slam my fists amidst catcalls.

Time also conspires against me,flies fast,
My limbs can`t catch the ticking hands,burdened past,
no evidence of my presence ,no vision of my life mast,
I am dissolved in the sands of time,the blood now frigid and frost.

When the history would be written again,
my mention would be there,in prominence,in main,
the dirty house is talked about,more famous is the dusty lane,
my crimes would come to fore,my infamy would link to its chain.

The heaven stairs would be rolled down for me;make no mistake,
the gates of hell would also compete,would love to partake,
fair enough I say,both are like my home,both I`d be happy to take,
for bear in mind,in life there is no repayment no retake.